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She daydreams about the handsome princes and knights in shining armor the queens in glorious gowns and castles with secrets galore ♥ She’s mesmerized by the magic conjured by wands by the beauty of invisibility cloaks by cursed rings, poisoned apples, the elves, hobbits, and dwarfs ♥ Her world lies between the pages filled with…
Read MoreShallow aspirations, masked apprehensions, callow words, stories told. ♥ Trials or tribulations, finessed or artless, but naivety is better than regrets, experience does teach that. ♥ It’s time to celebrate, the victory of words, over mindless reservations, and mundane adversities. ♥♥♥ BadBookthief completed 4 years today. ♥♥♥ The beginning was harrowing. But could it be more rewarding?…
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An ethereal shift An enter to exit No backspace Nothing to erase ♥ No feelings No control Free as a dove No more in love ~~~~~~~ Asha Seth
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Who doesn’t want more readers? We might say, I do it for self-satisfaction, for thought-liberation, to improve the language, or create worded memories. Right and agreed. But has anyone ever felt they don’t much care about having an audience? Having an audience to appreciate your work never hurt anyone. As writers, all of us crave…
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Fire burnt the logs through the night, and all that was left behind were the dying embers… the warmth of your touch sinking deep under my skin, you were the fire slowly turning me to ash… under the starless sky, we lay, counting beats that slowed down, like twigs turning to embers… ♥ as you traced your finger…
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At a quarter past nine with a candy bar and a smile she left him waiting under the tamarind tree ♥ At a quarter past nine nineteen years since his steps lead him unconscious waiting for her incredulous ♥ In the dark under the dim stars withered, weakened stands he under the dried tree ♥ Inconsolable sorrow engulfing…
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little things like secrets, like stories are bearers of poignant memories of sobs and smiles long lost in the sands of time ♥ little things like secrets, like stories they make home and stay forever in some forgotten corner of the mind waiting to be sought and celebrated like those broken toys now left untouched, uncared in some unattended, undisturbed corner in the attic gathering dust and what not…
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To me you’ll always be the colour black concealing a part of me So dark so mysterious so seductive so rebellious Engulfing me heart and whole like the darkness that surrounds There you are and yet not there cease to exist at the slightest touch An illusion a mirage in the depths of my heart all…
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It doesn’t hurt as much When you say you don’t love me It doesn’t hurt as much When you show you don’t need me But it does hurt When you walk away each time It does hurt When you say you’re not the one for me Rid yourself off my thoughts You can You’re not…
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Hidden with dense interpretations Left to his mind’s contemplation Her mysterious expressions Stir his insides A momentary pause From the routine Letting herself wander Perhaps, in the world of her dreams Those tiny little curves Find him in a wonder As she quietly saunters Enjoying his unperturbed attention A quick gaze and half a smile,…
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The walks I take In the evenings, cold and dreary With the sun setting on the horizon I’m uncertain where I want to go The mornings I spend Wishing this and that Unhappy with what I have I’m uncertain about what I want The notes I make Sitting on the porch Writing and striking words…
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Asha Seth 